“Mr. RICHARD PATTLE, who is to be the Conservative Candidate for Billsbury at the next election, is a young man of twenty-six.  At Oxford he was generally called ‘PODGE PATTLE’ by his friends He took a fourth class in History.  His oratorical efforts at the Union were not very striking, but he rowed in his College Torpid, which was bumped four times.

“Mr. PATTLE, as maybe inferred from his nickname, is neither tall nor thin.  He is a member of the Middle Temple, but his eloquence has not yet astonished the Courts of Law.  His father died five years ago, leaving him a considerable fortune, part of which he proposes to waste in the hopeless attempt to turn out Sir THOMAS CHUBSON.”

Confound the people, I wish they’d mind their own business and leave me alone!

March 17.—­Haven’t been down to Billsbury again yet, but go the day after to-morrow to speak at a Mass Meeting of Conservative electors.  However, I’ve had shoals of letters from the place—­nearly all of them asking for subscriptions.  The Five Bars Cricket Club, the Lilies Cricket Club, the Buffaloes Cricket Club, and the Blue Horse Cricket Club have all elected me a vice-president, and solicit the honour of my support.  The Billsbury Free Dispensary is much in want of funds, and the Secretary points out that Sir THOMAS CHUBSON has subscribed L5 regularly every year.  The United Ironmongers’ Friendly Society wishes me to be an Honorary Member.  CHUBSON subscribes L2 2s. to them.  The Billsbury Brass Band, and three Quoit Clubs (the game is much played there) have elected me a member.  The Secretary of the former sent me a printed form, which I was to fill up, stating what instrument I meant to play, and binding myself to attend at least one Band practice every week.  Three “cases of heartrending distress” have appealed to me, “knowing the goodness of my heart.”  I shall have to consult TOLLAND, or some one, about all this.  I get the Meteor and the Standard every day.  The former goes on chaffing.  Don’t think JERRAM, in the Standard, writes as smartly as the other chaps.  Must try to get him stirred up a bit.  Just received letter from TOLLAND, saying he wants to talk to me before meeting about “matters connected with the Registration.”  More money, I suppose.  Romeike, and all kinds of Press-Cutting Associations, keep on sending me that extract from the Star, till I’m fairly sick of it.  They all want me to subscribe for Press-Cuttings.  See them blowed first.

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WHAT IT MAY COME TO!

SCENE—­The Central Criminal Court.  The usual Company assembled, and the place wearing its customary aspect.  “Standing room only” everywhere, except in the Jury Box, which is empty.  Prisoner at the Bar.

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Judge.  This is most annoying!  Owing to the refusal of the Jury to serve, the time of the Bar, the Bench, and, I may even add, the prisoner, is wasted!  I really don’t know what to do!  Mr. TWENTYBOB, I think you appear for the accused?